I’m at home for Thanksgiving. Nothing too exciting, just eating with the people from my house unless Grandpa feels well enough to come over. He had surgery on his leg yesterday, but everything went well. Nothing feels like the holidays this year… it’s kind of sad.
Max is being extremely affectionate and cuddly right now. As much as my allergies are going to kill me for it, it’s kind of nice.
Hung out at Mal’s for a little while last night. I actually got their cat, who is the spawn of Satan, to let me pet it. Maybe I’m turning into a cat whisperer. That would be a fun job.
I’ll be staying at Mal’s tonight before heading to Champaign at 6:15 in the morning. Hopefully I can beat all of the stadium traffic and parking issues if I go that early. That means I’m first in line for breakfast and get first pick at where I set up my stuff in the photo tent. I know, I’m greedy.
Time to go help with the “feast”
